Lyrics:
love, love is all you do
I should know by now the way I fought for you
You're not to blame
Always ends the same
I know you think that your safe Mister
the night on my phone
Is there somebody keeping you?
Well I wonder if they know about
I wonder if they know about
Please stop my mind from seeking doubt
I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
a timeline
Let it go take a break let it go
Adjust ya plan trust yourself and let it grow now
I am him please address me by my pronoun
Bottom line if they
tomorrow
'Cause lately I'm off the walls, so Somebody call Harry Harlow
My momma been off the wire, I'm guessing that's where I got it
I popped up out
just sit there and stare
Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke
Old mister johnson turns blue and starts to choke
Somebody slap him on the back
Now
great love
Ago kill myself yiee ee ahhh
If I hear sey somebody dey ahhh
That day I swear i no fit to stay ahh
Please just tell me sey you be mine
I want
Stoned
I told you ho, leave me alone
Somebody, please throw me a bone
Italian star like I'm Stallone
I'm so horny
And alluring
Endzone scoring
Bent ho
that we dont talk it got my heart feeling unsettled
But youll never understand
You'd rather let somebody say fuck it and waive your hand
But you was
enough emotionally
I'd do anything to keep the peace I find it so compelling not to disagree
I knew somebody he was good to me
But I gave it all up because
'em I'm waitin' by the phone
Give 'em my number
Tell 'em I hate to be alone
Give 'em my number and say
Somethin' kind about me, baby
You know I'd do
just sit there and stare
Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke
Old mister johnson turns blue and starts to choke
Somebody slap him on the back
Now
murder
And uh, passing it along to the detectives
So anyway, um, strange, oh shit
In a quarter of a mile, please keep to the left
and follow Route 440
aim
These sucka wannabe's
Nigga please - you're green
I'll bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene
want to chill with these niggas, bet you wish
help, but I don't how to yelp
I can't shake this thing I feel within myself
There used to be not a thing I couldn't do
Please somebody help, I'm worried
SHY NEEDS A REAL GUY
SOME1 TO STICK BY MY SIDE
AINT TRYING TO MESS WITH THESE
WANNA BE G'S
SO IM OUT JUST LIKE THAT
WITH (PAUSE) SOMEBODY PLEASE
Dear God, We're Reaching Out[00:19.16]Oh Lord, We Need You Now[00:22.90]Oh God, We Know You're There[00:26.58]Dear Lord , Please Hear Our
run it away)
Can't you see that it's you who's lost control (Please don't run it away)
And so you're sitting there all by yourself
Wondering how do you
and Christmas, this can't be right
Yeah, you heard the track I did, man, "This Can't Be Life"
Somebody please say grace so I can save face
And have a reason
and the Lord taketh away
Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on
It don't even look
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
a bah"
"This program is brought to you by Snacky S'mores
The creamy fun of s'mores in a delightful cookie crunch"
"Mom, somebody's at the door"
"Coming,
cause of you
You, son of a bitch, and I wish you never existed
And I swear I'd blow your brains out if you paid me a visit
But that's not realistic,
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